A/N: Hey guys! So I wanted to write a Twilight fanfic for so long but never got inspired. This is based off of a novel I wrote a long time ago that I wanted to change up a bit.
If you've clicked out of interest, thank you! I hope you enjoy it and end up sticking around for more!
Without further ado, here it is!
I never wanted to fight—not in a senseless battle where the certain victor was wrath. Despite my inner reservations, I wasn't going to let it end like this.
Somewhere in the darkest, furthest recesses of my mind, a thought escaped—I was probably already too late. But I shoved it aside—the battle wasn't over yet. Not for me. I would fight with all the strength I had left.
Across from me, amidst the sea of chaos and calamity, stood the bloodthirsty mechanical monster. He wore a dark, sadistic grin as he anticipated my suffering by his hands, my kneeling at his feet.
I could almost return his smile. If I wasn't currently scrambling across the large span of warring bodies—both human and machine alike—to reach him I would have thrown him a deceptively benevolent grin of my own. I knew him and I loved him. Even now, that would never change.
I forgot that I was supposed to be unbiased, strong in my self-regard—a heroine sure of herself and her duty. I forgot that such stupid, despicable thoughts were supposed to be beneath me. There was so much on the line now. There was no more room for sentimentality.
I was risking so much by being here. And yet, it was too late to turn back, no matter how fiendish this battle was reducing me to.
I didn't care about the outcome—which victor would emerge triumphant. It didn't matter to me.
The truth was, in this black hour, I would only be guilty of one death. The annihilation of one enemy. It had to mean something.
Violence, which was never the answer for anything, would not only be the right answer today, it would be the only answer.
I closed my eyes, and I was suddenly grateful that I could shut myself away from the horror for a few seconds. The wind whipped across my face as I gained momentum—a warning that I was going too fast.
Dad's voice echoed in my head, just promise me you'll stay safe…
I was probably going to die. I would never get a chance to see him again, to say goodbye, to remember him as I should. I would have preferred to see my father again before my inevitable demise.
This was for a good cause. I had to believe that. I was risking my life for them.
I didn't give the horrible agony of knowing that I would not have the luxury of seeing my family again the chance to tear me apart. The end was coming sooner than I had planned. In fact, I was probably going to collide right into it.
I smiled to myself, as if I were enjoying my own private joke, and picked up the pace.
A/N: See you soon! Thanks for reading!